"Good. Now let's go, Jason - I'd like to get to Crystal Lake sometime before sunrise, y'know?" You lightly commented, hating how your yawns were becoming more and more consistent by every passing hour.

"W-Wait-! I thought we were staying together-! O-On our...our date-!" Norman looked at you with an incredibly pained expression, his anger towards the others bubbling to the surface once more.

"ᗩᖇE YOᑌ ᔕTᑌᑭIᗪ? ᗪIᗪ YOᑌ ᑎOT ᑌᑎᗪEᖇᔕTᗩᑎᗪ ᗯᕼᗩT I TOᒪᗪ YOᑌ ᗷEᖴOᖇE?" [A/N: "ARE YOU STUPID? DID YOU NOT UNDERSTAND WHAT I TOLD YOU BEFORE?"] Michael scribbled in the notepad before shoving it in Norman's direction, both killers growing annoyed.

Though, Michael's reason for being annoyed was different from Norman's. The silent killer was brimming with possessive jealousy - obsession overflowing from his desire to stick by your side and watch over you 24/7. The timid male's reason was merely love. In Michael's mind, Norman's reason for loving you was absolutely ridiculous. Pathetic even. He hated Hannibal and Krueger too, but they were another story. Right now, he had to focus on whether or not he should stalk you during your time with that joke of a killer; Jason.

"S-Shut UP-!" Norman's voice rose as he became more agitated again, clenching his fists while he twitched ever-so-slightly.

"Norman. Michael. Why don't you both just give (Y/n) the choice to decide what she wants to do? After all, if we continue pestering her like this, she might not want to carry on the agreement any longer." Hannibal pointed out with an underlaying threat before flashing you a rather...possessive smile.

"What's that supposed to mean?" You shot back defensively, "Why wouldn't I? It protects my mother, and I li—Well, it doesn't matter."

"Oh?" Hannibal picked up on your particular cover-up and chuckled; clearly interested in your sudden, defensive, mood-swing. "Why my dear, everything you say to us matters - at least, to me it does. Unfortunately, I can't speak for—"

"—No SHIT you can't speak for everyone." You recognised the voice right-away, surprised when the dream demon appeared right in front of your eyes and slashed at Hannibal.

"Are you serious!?" You exclaimed after a few seconds, clasping both of your hands against your chest as you fought to keep it together. "All I wanted to do was walk around the lake and relax with JASON! So why can't ANY of you leave me ALONE!?"

Though upon hearing that question, the demonic slasher disappeared and reappeared in front of you before you could even blink; tilting the tip of your chin up with his left hand and playing with a few locks of hair with his gloved one. "Leave you alone? Oh, princess, princess, princess, I could never do that~" Freddy possessively purred, gazing at you with those enticing emerald-coloured eyes of his.

Michael - furious by the intimate embrace - attempted to stab Freddy right off the bat, but to his irritation the other killer simply laughed, vanishing instantly. But how did he—? "—How did I have enough power to do that in the real world?" The burnt male interrupted your thoughts without you even opening your mouth, dodging Norman's attack and then slamming his finger-knives straight through the younger boy's shoulder.

"Norman!" You shrieked his name anxiously, glancing at Michael, Jason, and Hannibal for some sort of help or assistance. Unfortunately for you, they were only focused on one thing - taking down the killer ahead of them.

"Well, let's just say..." Freddy paused for a moment, grinning while he managed to dodge Jason's machete. "Souls of children give me strength."

"Souls of...children...?" You uneasily repeated, "Wait a minute, so whilst I've been trying to visit Crystal Lake, you've been gathering and killing—"

"—What, did you think I was just going to stand back and let you spend more time with the others?" The dream demon asked with a disbelieving laugh, grasping the sides of your arms from behind and pulling you right into his chest. "I'd say keep dreaming doll-face, but you're not exactly asleep, now are you~?"

"L-uh...ea...ve...h...er-uh...ou...t-uh...of-uh...thi...s-uh...!" Jason hatefully snapped at him, swinging his weapon around and eventually landing a hit on the arrogant killer. [A/N: "Leave...her...out...of...this...!"]

"Fuck." Freddy swore wildly - recoiling to recover from Jason's unanticipated attack, "I forgot how much it hurts...to be human...!"

"Ah...nd-uh...g-uh...et-uh...off-uh...my-uh...terr-uh...it-uh...ory...!" Jason fired at him viciously, loathing how affectionately he'd held you. [A/N: "And...get...off...my...territory...!"]

"Pffft, I don't have to do shit." The Springwood Slasher retaliated sharply, recovering swiftly and scraping his blades right across Jason's chest as a means of revenge. "Nobody tells me what to do, fuck-face."

"At-uh...lea...st-uh...my-uh...mo...th...er-uh...did...n't-uh...rejec...t-uh...me..." Jason maliciously taunted, clutching his chest while he stumbled back a tiny bit. [A/N: "At...least...my...mother...didn't...reject...me..."]

Although Freddy didn't say anything at first, you could see that the hockey-masked killer had struck a slight chord; the burnt dream demon's psychopathic grin returning. "Aww, how sweet." He sneered spitefully, "You think I give a damn. Well, hate to break it to ya momma's boy, but I couldn't give less of a fuck."

"Stop!" You shouted stressfully, getting in-between the two serial killers once more. "Just...stop! Both of you! I've had enough of this! This is pointless - utterly pointless!"

"B-But Krueger tried to get between us, (Y-Y/n)-!" Norman furiously exploded, tears twinkling in his eyes as he forcefully grabbed your hand. "H-He...He interrupted our date, and—"

Michael - now finding Norman to be a nuisance - threw him to the ground from his neck and resumed the fight, causing it to become even more out-of-control. "If you had any idea on what was going on, you'd know that I didn't ruin anything. So stay out of this, bitch." After that, Freddy rolled his eyes and turned back to face the mute, the baby, and the cannibal - his arrogance returning.

"You're just as unpleasant as the first day you entered our household." Hannibal announced in annoyance, still gripping his knife before swiping at him.

"And you're just as stuck-up as I remember." The dream demon smirked and pulled the disappearing-reappearing act a third time; amused by how you were now surrounded by them in a circle. Crap.

"What do you plan to do now, sweets~?" Freddy chuckled deviously, feeling your fear level rise and feeding from it. "After all, you did say you'd date us all, didn't you?"

"Yeah, but...but..." You couldn't muster up any sort of sentence, looking from slasher-to-slasher whilst you felt your heart drop.

"So let's see now~" The dark-hearted demon paused for a split second and carried on smirking, enjoying your stressed-out state. "You've got the momma's boy," He pointed the forefinger of his finger-knives at Jason, who let out a fierce snarl.

"Stop it, Freddy—!"
"The stuck-up psychiatrist~"
"You're just making it worse—!"
"The silent freak~"
"Stop insulting them—!"
"The weak baby~"
"I don't understand, why are you—?"
"And finally, me~"

"Your point being...?" You unhappily wondered, watching with worry as Norman whimpered - the younger male climbing to his feet and clutching his shoulder in anguish.

"Come now, surely you have a favourite in the group~" Freddy sweetly hummed, a wicked glint taking over his gaze as he watched you stiffen up. "You must have."

"I-" Your throat dried up, your body froze, and pretty much everything prevented you from standing strong. A favourite...? There was...There was no just way...

...was there...?